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[Vin has proven to be hard to wake up, Veld is dragging the boy into the office for the weekly meeting, Cassio and Talia will already be there, up to Cendri if they are later or not. This MUST end in a party and Veld getting drunk]

((Oh they are so late.))

Veld: Stop digging your heels into the ground. Talia's gonna have both our asses at this rate.

Vin: *smoking* Not ... earl...mornin...coffeeeee....

Veld: STAFF. MEETING. LATE. DEAD. COMPRENDE?

Cassio: *doodling in his notebook*

Veld: *stops in front of staffroom door* Put your damn tie on.

Vin: Noose....bad.

Veld: DEATH bad.

Vin: *smoking, looks like red eyed terror and is a mess* No noose noose is death....

Vin: No kinky leashes Velly.

Veld: FINE. I'll let Talia yell at you. *goes inside staffroom pointedly ignoring innuendo comment*

Talia: *GLARE OF DOOM*

Cassio: *looks up and grins at Veld on his arrival then goes back to doodling*

Veld: Sorry ma'am. Domestic issues. Won't happen again.

Vin: *hisses as the lights are on in the room*

Talia: And do you know why it won't happen again? Because it's hard to have domestic issues when you're SIX FEET UNDER.

Veld: Yes ma'am.

Veld: *going to BEGIN the waking of Vin MUCH EARLIER now*

Talia: What have I pounded into your head, Dragoon? PROFESSIONALISM.

Vin: *sees blinking coffee machine* **ooooooo coffeee** *goes to coffee*

Veld: Yes ma'am. Professionalism.

Cassio: *watching with a lazy half-grin*

Talia: *without looking at him* And get that idiot grin off your face, Cassio.

Vin: *puts far too much sugar in his coffee*

Cassio: *winces* Right you are. *has a sort of a southern drawl, from a chocobo ranch and doesn't hide it* No grinnin' here.

Talia: *does not think the drawl is hot, nope* Buffoons. I'm SURROUNDED by buffoons.

Veld: Uh ma'am? If I may interject... what's the agenda for today?

Talia: *growls and opens a manila folder* Well, I suppose we can get to it now that everyone's decided to show up.

Cassio: *goes back to grinnin', flips to a clean page in his book*

Talia: *Glare of DOOM at Vin*

Vin: *is sitting down and since he can't read or write starts doing advanced math equations in the notebook*

Vin: *Sips his coffee and nods to her* Mornin.

Veld: *is so getting on his case about working on the reading*

Veld: *muse RESIST the facepalm*

Vin: *likes numbers*

Talia: *deadpan* Good morning, Mr. Valentine. Now then. Expense reports are due at the end of the week. If you have any outstanding, I suggest you get on them.

Cassio: *makes a note: "have til end of week for xpns rpts"*

Vin: *sits notebook down and listens*

Talia: I want every bribe, every round of ammunition, every godsdamned kleenex accounted for. I had better not find gaps.

Veld: *nods*

Cassio: *makes note: "fudge wisely"*

Vin: *looks like he is nodding, but is more likely nodding off*

Talia: *eyes running down a sheet* We also need to schedule the next round of evaluations. The Science Department is particularly interested in gauging the effects of the new shots on speed and stamina.

Veld: *pokes Vin with elbow to make sure he's awake*

Talia: *without looking up* Mr. Valentine, you can nap at home.

Cassio: *lip twitches into a slightly wider grin*

Vin: *downs his coffee* *keeps his questions to himself*

Cassio: *doodlydoodlydoo*

Veld: *doesn't let Vin lounge around like a slacker and nap and such things*

Talia: *smiles coldly* I suppose 9 am tomorrow will be suitable for you? *so not asking*

Vin: Fine ma'am.

Vin: *will not sleep*

Veld: Do we have the night off? Just wondering... *so totally thinking about catching up on paperwork*

Talia: Excellent. *scribbles on the sheet* Dragoon will follow you. *scribbles* Cassio, you'll go the day after tomorrow. 3pm.

Talia: Yes, there's no field work assigned.

Veld: Good. *yay! night for working!*

Cassio: *nods*writes down "3pm get shot.", crosses out and puts: "3pm, report for meds."*

Vin: *looks at paper and reads "9am"*

Vin: ...

Talia: *closes folder* That's all for the agenda. If anyone has any concerns, now's the time to discuss them.

Cassio: Can I get a raise, ma'am?

Veld: *sideglance at Vin that means, 'no you do not have questions stfu n00b'*

Talia: ...no.

Vin: *wouldn't have asked but that look seems to make him* What do you mean, shots?

Cassio: *nods*not this time either, will ask again at the next meetin'*

Veld: *facepalm*

Talia: *answer will still be no you annoyingly hot jackass*

Talia: *looks sharply at Veld* You didn't tell him?

Veld: I'll fill him in. Forgot.

Veld: Injections, kid.

Vin: ... of?

Veld: Something they've started to make us better at what we do.

Vin: *is used to junkies and the idea makes him squirmy* I don't like doctors. You never mentioned this.

Veld: It's still fairly new. I'll be going with you, don't worry.

Talia: *frosty expression* The augmentations are mandatory, Mr. Valentine.

Vin: Nice knowin dat now.

Cassio: *lazy grin again* They ain't so bad. You'll get used t'em.

Vin: *nods*

Veld: *looks on face that says, 'can I do paperwork now please?'*

Talia: Being prepared for the unexpected is a part of the job, Mr. Valentine. I suggest you learn to cope.

Vin: Copin. *hopes they don't do mental evals*

Veld: Oh, did you schedule the psych eval yet?

Veld: *ah, ya, but we're all crazy s'ok*

Talia: *flips through the sheets* Ah, yes, Tuesday.

Vin: *goes to get more coffee to hide the fact that THOSE doctors really spook him worse* So I get poked at an I don't getta shoot nothin?

Talia: You get "poked at" to ensure that you shoot things better.

Veld: You're on the field as soon as this is all cleared, kid.

Vin: *misses the rocket launcher*

Talia: If there's nothing else, consider this meeting adjourned. You have the night off.

Veld: *gets up* Thank you. *heads quickly for the door... workaholicness ON*

Vin: *blinks at Veld to say "Wtf do I do?"*

Cassio: *stretches* There's a party down at Club Polar Bear. Anyone care to join?

Vin: *perks up* Party?

Veld: I have paperwork. You can take the kid so long as he doesn't get into too much trouble.

Talia: Dragoon. *raises eyebrow*

Veld: What?

Cassio: How old are ya, newbie?

Talia: I thought I made it clear that Valentine was your responsibility.

Vin: How old I need ta be?

Veld: You're not making me go with him, are you? I mean, I can understand you wanting to kick back and Cassio... he always kicks back...

Veld: But I have PAPERWORK.

Cassio: Wrong answer. Correct answer is twen'y two. Let's try 'gain. How old are ya?

Talia: *gives him THE LOOK* Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

Vin: Twenty two.

Cassio: Good. Sure you can come along then

Veld: *sighs* ....Fine. Don't expect me to... partake in the usual activities.

Vin: *thinks* Ah lost ma ID, I'm Martin Black ID number MR 8393629 *yes this one should work*

Talia: There's nothing wrong with a bit of downtime, Dragoon. It keeps you sharper.

Veld: I prefer less loud and debaucherous downtime, ma'am.

Vin: If Velly ain't goin I'll use his ID

Cassio: *arches an eyebrow* Impressive. 4135241846281462 divided by 2, please. I'll buy ya a drink if'n ya still got it in yer head when we get there.

Veld: No, I'm going.

Cassio: *stops, writes down number so HE knows it*

Vin: Velly's is MG 435212432.

Cassio: Good, Veld! Glad t'have you along. Miss Talia? *lazy but charming smile*

Talia: *raises an eyebrow* You've got a good head for numbers, Valentine.

Vin: Ah... makes up fer menotbeinabletaread.

Talia: *sooo not gonna blush at Cassio*

Veld: *can't believe he just agreed to go out to a CLUB... ugh*

Talia: Yes?

Cassio: I trust you'll be joinin' us too? *offers a hand as if to escort her there immediately*

Vin: *weee drinkin* Can I get into a fight?

Veld: NO.

Talia: I was going to head down to the range for a bit of practice, but I suppose I could use some R&R.

Cassio: Well, it's still a might bit early to head down there. Take your time.

Vin: Range first?

Veld: *grumble* fucking chaperoning blah

Vin: *liiiiiikkkkesss the rocket launcher*

Veld: *waves him off* Yes, go shoot things.

Talia: *grins* Certainly. I want to see how good you are.

Vin: *weeee* can I use the launcher again?

Veld: Ah, good. You go with him and I'll go to my desk now okbye. *out door*

Cassio: *grinning* Newbie's excited.

Vin: Damn right I am!

Talia: I don't see why not. *loves the launcher too* Let's go.

Vin: Awww, Velly ain't coming?

Veld: *so totally disappeared from staffroom and at his desk*

Talia: ..."Velly?"

Vin: Veld.

Talia: ...right. *is very amused* Cassio, are you joining us?

Vin: *"how can you not love me? look how FUCKING adorable I am" smile*

Cassio: *usual lazy grin, also amused by the nickname* I s'pose I could, at that.

((Veld: GODAMMIT now they ALL are going to start calling me that RIDICULOUS NICKNAME!))

Talia: *likes Vin more than she'd like to admit* Alright, gentlemen, let's be off then. *heads off to the range*

Cassio: *heads along with them*

Veld: *paperwork! <3*

Vin: * get to blow shit up WEEE best job EVER*

Vin: *is damned cute*

Talia: *get to blow shit up WEEE best job EVER*

Talia: *picks up the launcher and hands it to Vin* Have at it.

Cassio: *gets to TRY to blow shit up WEEE best job EVER*

Vin: *hugs it like a teddy bear* Yes Ma'am!

Talia: *so. freaking. cute.*

Talia: *picks up a nasty looking semi-automatic, handles it like a lover*

Vin: *remembers how to set it up cause Veld showed him* What ya want me to aim fer? *refrains from hugging ammo*

Cassio: *leans against the back wall, arms crossed, frowning a bit, watching the newbie and trying to assess him*will not take part in shooting right now, wants to watch*

Talia: *points to a far target* See if you can hit that.

Talia: *watching him closely*

Vin: *weeeeee shooting things YAY!* *Fires and target goes BOOM*

Talia: *nods* Impressive. New recruits rarely hit that on the first try.

Vin: I hit tha movin one yesterday. *shrugs*

Cassio: *bites the inside of his lip, impressed* Can ya do it again fer us now?

Vin: *I GET TO DO IT AGAIN?!* Yes! *sets up and goes for the faster target*

Target: BOOM.

Vin: *weeeee booms*

Cassio: Hunh.

Talia: That was a nice piece of shooting. *total understatement*

Vin: Can I try a handgun again? *SOOOO kid in a candy store of boom*

Talia: Of course. Eventually you will need to familiarize yourself with the full range of weaponry.

Cassio: *watching Vin carefully, really interested in this one*

Cassio: *and not just because he already seems to be a better shot*

Vin: Gimmie something an tell me what to blow up. *sloppy salute*

Talia: *picks up a revolver and hands it to him* There you are.

Talia: Let's do the Beta series, then. *pushes a button and the targets reset*

Vin: *remembered watching Veld shoot and keeps his eyes open this time* Ya just want me ta empty the clip?

Talia: *nods* That's right. Some of the targets are red, and some of them are yellow. You must ONLY hit the red ones.

Targets: Start to pop up and move

Vin: *empties the clip, I'll letcha guys gauge how good he is or isn't*

Talia: *watches intently*

Cassio: *also watching, with that frown to show he's paying a lot of attention*

Vin: Ya want me ta use my right hand now?

Vin: *is right handed, mostly*

Talia: ...you're not left-handed? *thought he did very well*

Vin: I don't think I am.

Vin: I don't write much but when I do I do it right handed.

Talia: ...I see. Go ahead and use your right, then.

Vin: *drops the clip and reloads* *lets it empty*

Cassio: *thinks to self: Poss'bly ambidextrous. Great shot. Interesting.*

Talia: *mentally notes, accuracy is about even, slightly higher with right. Possible ambidexterity. Unusually high precision.*

Vin: *is busy loving on the gun cause he's only fired one three times now*

Talia: Very good, Mr. Valentine. Keep it up, and you'll go far as a Turk.

Vin: Ya can call me Vin, ya know.

Talia: *is liking the kid*

Vin: *lifts gun* This one don't feel like tha one that Scarlet let me use.

Talia: No, as a matter of fact, I can't. It's a matter of professionalism.

Vin: *knows jack crap about guns*

Cassio: *grins a little at Vin's lack of formality*

Vin: So if I call ya Tally are ya gonna shoot me?

Talia: That's a desert eagle. The previous one was a simple revolver.

Talia: *fires the semi-automatic in her hand and blows the head off a target* ...and yes, I will shoot you.

Vin: *eyes go wide oooooo boom* can I shoot THAT?

Vin: So... how many different guns are there?

Talia: *grins at his enthusiasm* *hands him the gun* There's a fair number.

Vin: *shoots* *may cheat on the rocket launcher with this gun* ooooo